Two and a half hours later, I burst through the lobby doors of the heavenly auditorium, looking like ten million bucks in my sharp black tux. No more tears, no more angst, no more exhaustion; the super-cool grin was back in place like nothing had happened.
This is one of the talents that come with being a seasoned celebrity: quick emotional turnarounds. When jumping between film sets, high-stakes meetings, and red carpet appearances, you learn fast to juggle moods and never let the bastards see you sweat.
So forget about overwrought, vulnerable Stag Lincoln. Teflon Stag was back in business, baby.
"You look great, Dad," said Lillian, who didn't look so bad herself. She was wearing a glittering white gown with intricate black filigree, and her hair was swirled in a killer up-do. "V
